Six Boxes

The other day I went to LSC to pack up my office. Not only because my reign, I mean, my contract there is ending, but because that group is moving to another building on the campus. After four years of work I had four boxes of files for them to keep and two boxes of personal stuff to take home. I know that isn't fair, the vast majority of my work is on the computer, but I'm a tangible kind of a gal. I kept my laptop for now as I haven't got sign-off on the project I've been working on for another department there, and my badge to get into buildings will only work through the end of the month.

I was really sad when I got home and it took me a while to really pinpoint why. Yes, I will miss my friends and my old boss there, as I already spoke of, but it was something else. It occured to me today as I sat at my computer at home: I no longer have an office of my own, anywhere. I am office-less. I had a really nice office at LSC (well, actually a cubicle), it was in a corner so I had a view and windows on both sides. I had Monet prints on the walls and French dessert plates in swirly metal holders on a shelf, a beautiful plant that survived all these years and a good stereo.

The office at my one consistent client is used by somebody else the other 4 days of the week that I'm not there, although I suppose that doesn't mean I can't put up a few things on the walls. Pardon me while I adjust. I'll be back later this weekend with some more horsey stuff. In the meantime, here are two pictures I took on my way home from the farm last weekend.